John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

John Donne Poems

161. Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress 1/13/2003
162. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
163. The Canonization 1/3/2003
164. At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners 1/20/2003
165. Song: Go And Catch A Falling Star 1/1/2004
166. Song 5/14/2001
167. An Anatomy Of The World... 5/14/2001
168. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
169. Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me 1/3/2003
170. Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed 1/3/2003
171. Daybreak 1/4/2003
172. A Lecture Upon The Shadow 5/14/2001
173. A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany 1/13/2003
174. Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go 12/31/2002
175. A Valediction Of Weeping 5/14/2001
176. Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud 1/3/2003
177. A Fever 1/3/2003
178. The Flea 1/3/2003
179. A Burnt Ship 1/1/2004
180. A Lame Beggar 1/3/2003
181. Confined Love 1/13/2003
182. Go And Catch A Falling Star 12/31/2002
183. Good Morrow 1/3/2003
184. Air And Angels 1/3/2003
185. The Sun Rising 5/14/2001
186. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 5/14/2001
187. A Hymn To God The Father 5/14/2001
188. For Whom The Bell Tolls 12/31/2002
189. Death Be Not Proud 5/14/2001
190. No Man Is An Island 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of John Donne

No Man Is An Island

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

Read the full of No Man Is An Island

Elegy Iv: The Perfume

Once, and but once found in thy company,
All thy supposed escapes are laid on me;
And as a thief at bar is questioned there
By all the men that have been robed that year,
So am I (by this traiterous means surprized)
By thy hydroptic father catechized.
Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes,
As though he came to kill a cockatrice,
Though he hath oft sworn that he would remove

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